Obituary photo of Jeani Vohs, Olathe-KS
In Loving Memory of

Jeani R. Vohs

1941 - 2021
Obituary photo of Jeani Vohs, Olathe-KS
In Loving Memory of

Jeani R. Vohs

1941 - 2021

Services & Gatherings

Services & Gatherings

Service:
Saturday, April 24, 2021 at 2:00pm
Penwell-Gabel - Olathe Chapel
14275 South Black Bob Road
Olathe, KS  66062
913-768-6777
Visitation:
Saturday, April 24, 2021 from 2:30pm to 4:00pm
Penwell-Gabel - Olathe Chapel
14275 South Black Bob Road
Olathe, KS  66062
913-768-6777
Jeani R. Vohs life story
Penwell-Gabel - Funeral Home (913-768-6777) is assisting the family
Jeani R. Vohs Life story video
Jeani R. Vohs age 79, passed away April 5, 2021 at Olathe Medical Center, Olathe, Kansas.

She was born August 2, 1941 in Harris, Missouri, the daughter of Robert and Madge Naas.

She is survived by her husband Daryl Vohs, two children; son Doug Ray, daughter Sunday West; two step-children, daughter Jill Vohs, son Scott Vohs and wife Jessica, five grandchildren; Mikayla West, Zachary West, Isabel West, Logan Vohs and Parker Vohs, all living in Johnson county, Kansas. She is also survived by four siblings; Jerry Naas of Kansas City Northland, Missouri, Janet Klepac of Olathe, Kansas, Judy Klepac of Olathe, Kansas and Joe Naas of Zaragoza, Spain.

She spent her career as a Federal Contract Officer for GSA (General Services Administration). She was a devout Christian. She was a very kind and loving person and very much family oriented. She and husband Daryl were members of the NCRS Corvette Club where they actively participated in club events. They loved island vacationing for many years.

In lieu of flowers donations can be made to the American Cancer Society.

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Eulogies from Jeani's siblings:

By Judy Klepac in memory of my sister:

Jeani Vohs was my sister two years younger than myself. She was my childhood buddy. I was a tomboy and she explored the neighborhood with me on and off our bikes. She made me feel I was the most important person in her life.
She was very beautiful, resembling my grandmother Naas. She was a gentle, deeply compassionate soul. She was a very spiritual person, believed in the Bible and the second coming of Christ. Communication with her made me want to read the entire Bible.
She was a very hard working person as our entire family. She gave birth to Doug Ray and Sunday Ray which she raised alone with very little support. Her first marriage was extremely dysfunctional due to husband’s addictions to alcohol and other relationships. She remained married due to finances, but suffered greatly from anxiety and stress. She was finally able to divorce him.
She met and married Daryl who was as close to the perfect man for her as you could get. She once told me “This is what marriage is supposed to be like” . They were in sync, giggling at what each other said, sitting next each other at home, while in the car while driving, and holding hands everywhere they went. They would go out to eat together, sitting in the same booth for 3 to 4 hours just talking. Jeani was in heaven. She made me wish for that kind of relationship.
She was a fabulous cook, better than our Mom. She became so talented she could have rivaled the most renowned chef. When I had a question about food preparation, she was the one I called.
She was loyal to her children and family. Business acquaintances and friends commented on what a sweet, nice and genuine person she was.
She was in horrific pain the last years of her life, but continued to put other people first. I have cancer and she called me every Monday morning on chemo days to encourage me, up until the week she died. She was a very special person and I loved her fiercely and always will.



By Joe Naas in memory of my sister:

Jeani Vohs, formerly Jeani Ray, born Jeani Naas. My sister, mother of Doug Ray and Sunday Ray. She was seven years older than me, and even as a little girl she was my protector. I came home on a cold day and she made hot chocolate just for me, even though she was probably only 11 or 12. It was obvious to me that she loved me, and it was a good feeling. One day I got my scalp split open in a backyard baseball game. She was way up Strawberry Hill when the news reached her, and she immediately launched herself downhill to care for me. But she fell and cut up her leg much worse than my scalp was injured; still, her concern was for me. I think she wanted to be my guardian angel, no matter the sacrifice.

I've got a clear memory of her taking me to the Central Grade School fair to play the games and eat hot dogs. And one lunchtime she took me to the YMCA cafeteria for a hamburger, and this was for me such an exotic experience, so grown-up. She included me whenever she could, which amazes me since most adolescents want to leave childhood and any reminders of childhood way behind, including a bumbling little brother or sister.

She saved my life once. We were in a dimestore and I swallowed a gumball or jawbreaker. It stuck in my throat and I couldn't breathe. My face, Jeani said, turned blue. The adult clerks were paralyzed and did nothing when Jeani pleaded for help. So she jumped into action and performed something like what we now call the Heimlich Maneuver. It worked, and I'm alive today.

As she grew into her teens she became, in my opinion, the epitome of "cool." But "cool" in her case didn't preclude warmth, and she brought me from time to time into contact with her teenage world. I got to cruise around in the car with her and her girlfriends, to visit the drive-in restaurants and hangouts. She had great taste in music. This was the late 50s, and Elvis was king. She didn't like him, but she didn't make fun of me when I did. Her choices were better. She liked Buddy Holly, Jackie Wilson, Ray Charles. There was a type of dance at the time called the West Coast, sort of a smooth gliding hand-to-hand sweeping back-and-forth motion. She was so elegant when she danced, head high and proud, her body moving like silk. She was beautiful. long blonde hair and slender body. People watching her dance might have thought her arrogant and cold, but she was nothing of the kind. It was just that this dance, the West Coast, was an art form for her, her art.

Later in life, she blossomed into a wonderful mother, a great cook and homemaker, and a skilled government employee. Distance separated us, but she continued to be my protector, and I would call her when I needed help, comfort, advice. When I found myself in Iraq during the war I called her, just to hear her voice, just to feel grounded. I did the same thing years later when I arrived in Bahrain and felt totally disoriented. She had that wonderful ability to calm a troubled mind.

In her marriage to Daryl she became a traveler, going to places like Aruba, the Yucatan, Hawaii, and I loved hearing her stories. She was good at description, at making me feel like I was there. She liked to talk about food and restaurants, favorite topics of mine too. She was a wonderful cook herself. Recently I had one of those sensory memories, thinking about the potato salad she used to make, the best I've ever had. So we talked, and she gave me the recipe. I haven't made it yet, but I think I will. And when I do, it won't just be potato salad; it will be a connection with the sister that I love and miss so much.



Jan (her oldest sister)
Jeani was my youngest sister. We were in a poor but close knit family. She was born beautiful, but did not rely on her looks. She worked hard all her life.
She was spiritual with a deep faith. At times it appeared she was an illusion – so different was her world than the world around us.
She loved her children and grandchildren above all else. She had a successful career with the government – but a job is not who we are – it merely supplies the finances so we can be who we are.

Jeani, although married, in reality was a single parent. She had little to no help in time or money in the rearing of her children.
In our young years she was generous in loaning me her pretty clothes at a time when I had few. She was compassionate. During one brief period when she did not work she kept and cared for my sick little daughter because I could not take time from my job.
Jeani had tremendous courage. In one of her homes birds got inside and built a four foot nest. Animal control refused to remove it. It was a massive solid structure. By hand she took it down, birds rebuilt it, she removed it again. Once a huge black snake came out of her fireplace. She killed it. I would have been in shear panic and put the house up for sale. Jeani just dealt with the situation.
She was alone. Her husband had moved out. The house became haunted. Doors were opening and closing. Temperatures were rising and falling. Police were called to rule out anything in the natural. Police were stunned and wanted to taker elsewhere for safety. She refused. It was her home. She would conquer any obstacle. She stayed and prayed.
I am sorry for all her pain. She was a beautiful and unique spirit. I loved her and forever will.



Services & Gatherings

Services & Gatherings

Service:
Saturday, April 24, 2021 at 2:00pm
Penwell-Gabel - Olathe Chapel
14275 South Black Bob Road
Olathe, KS  66062
913-768-6777
Visitation:
Saturday, April 24, 2021 from 2:30pm to 4:00pm
Penwell-Gabel - Olathe Chapel
14275 South Black Bob Road
Olathe, KS  66062
913-768-6777
Jeani R. Vohs life story
Penwell-Gabel - Funeral Home (913-768-6777) is assisting the family

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